In the mood....

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Well the sun is surely sinking down
But the moon is slowly rising
So this old world must still be spinning round
And I still love you

(chorus)
So close your eyes
You can close your eyes, its all right
I dont know no love songs
And I cant sing the blues anymore
But I can sing this song
And you can sing this song
When Im gone

It wont be long before another day
We gonna have a good time
And no ones gonna take that time away
You can stay as long as you like

- chorus -


I am missing my Dad.
My husband gave me an amazing Birthday present this year. As usual he thinks of me. Not what other people are thinking or expect, but what makes me happy.
He went to the new owners of my Mom and Dads house and bought the chairs that sat around the kitchen bar. We spent endless hours at those seats. Talked about everything and lived life in those chairs.
Now they are in my kitchen.

My dad sat in that chair for hours a day. My Mom sat next to him. They had their dinners in those chairs. Watched their shows in those chairs and lived.
I laughed my hardest, cried the most tears. Had a broken heart more than once and loved my family to all ends of the earth.
I thinkof that house and the first thing that pops to mind is walking through the front door and seeing my dad pop his head around from his chair and yell, "Nana, the girls are here!! Nanabird!!" Then my Mom would show up from wherever she was working and smile. Those memories are in my mind, the stories never ending, Now they are here in my house and I am happy about that.
Last night before I went to bed I sat in the chair we think was my Dads and said Goodnight. I thought about some of my Birthdays past and had a little cry. But also thought about Birthdays to come and times to come sitting together in the chairs.
Love you Andy for thinking about me.

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